Gabriell Riley

The Desaturated People

Psychedelic butterflies and desaturated peopleNo wonder I sat and watched the world warp around meLike the ripples of a frigid pondThat little boy's skip stones across and giggleTheir laughter floats through the tree'sAnd flit their dragonfly danceFrom leaf to leaf without so much as a whisperGlass wings a mirror that is crackedSeven years bad luck and a pinch of salt over your shoulderA crack, your back will never be the sameAs our bodies are crippled by ageStill the butterfly colours are perfectly madAnd people are superficial and sad